I don't want to be mean. I don't. But this sort of writing brings out the mean in me. I love Saveur and I certainly won't cancel my subscription over this (because the photography alone is worth the price of admission, for me). But this writing is so affected and overwrought. "Emotional" collard greens?! No. Just...no. "Wonderful and delicious"?! No. It's one thing for an inexperienced blogger such as myself, but you're Saveur. For goodness sake.

On the upside, "emotional" has become a catch-phrase in our house. Adam and I enjoyed a late-night snack of burrata on toast this weekend and we absolutely declared it to be tender and emotional. It really was so good - with some lemon zest, flake salt, and fresh pepper - that I wanted to cry.